There's a Mirror On the Wall

The vet calling with a reminder that Marisol and Sigdis have an appointment tomorrow (shots for Marisol, a first appointment/exam for Sigdis) woke me up promptly at nine, which. I was most of the way awake, but not yet properly awake? And the ringtone for the vet is the phone barking at me, so. That was me trying to jump out of my skin.

I have one more cord for a set for a sun-in-glory to braid, and it's on the spools for doing so, but not yet started. I ran out of spoons for that.

It's hormone hell week, and this month is. Irritability with a side of extra pain. *frustrated whining*

(Also, fucking allergist decided that the solution to me going "I would like not to have to deal with calling for a new prescription until June" was to give me only a two month prescription. Of a maintenance med. That I will be on for the rest of my life. *screams*)

Anyway. Hugs for everyone, and I'm going to go figure out what the fuck I'm going to do today. (Tomorrow's morning post will beon the late side because taking of cattens to the vet.)

Actually did manage to get some pics today with the inventory stuff. I didn't expect to get any. Added things for the six foot and eight foot garters, though they're not fully inventoried until I can get pictures. Then I will count things, but the most frustrating part - sorting them by fiber - is done. Whatever I do tomorrow will have the same issue, at least if the weather forecast holds. Then pictures on Sunday of everything and counting and putting back on poles.

Marisol is still in heat, my apartment desperately needs aired out but I can't because pollen, and I'm now on day 4 of this mood. Hormones are probably part of it, but also part of it is, I figured out today, anger is better than despair, and I can see that too easily from here. I don't go out much, but now even the tiny bit I would do is not happening, and I'm unlike usual, I'm not by myself. Which is a disruption to my normal existence that is a bit stressful... but also because of why it's happening makes it the kind of stressful that makes it easier to spiral.

So. Anger is better than despair. Laughter, if I can find it, is better than both.

I'm still cranky at tumblr for breaking shit and not fixing it in any appreciable way. Today's anger is not them, but because some asshat decided to be stupid panicky about this mess*, and wound mom up, and I. I am really glad I'm not on that mailing list, or they'd have gotten far worse than mom telling them she's done with that particular household and the bullshit that has gotten directed at her.

I've got things to do, and my apartment is getting more cleaning than usual because I've got excess energy to burn off, but still in carefully metered dosages.

And I've gotten words. I want more words than I've gotten, but I still have written story words and enough to meet my daily minimum. (100 words per sticker for my chart, I want to have at least one sticker every day.) I will post a snippet from yesterday's words after I post this.

*It is way too early to make decisions about Pennsic, you fucker. Fortunately for us, people in charge of that AREN'T being panicky asshats and waiting to see how things go before they make any decision other than we're still on.

Crossposted to Pillowfort and tumblr.

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Attempting to modify or destroy someone's personal defenses or boundaries without their informed and freely-given consent is an act of direct violence.

Hiring others to do so is an act of indirect violence.

Enticing or encouraging others to do so is an act of indirect violence.



Someone's defenses harming someone attempting to violate them is not reason for the above.

Claiming that a person's own defenses are harming them without even asking the person in question is not a reason for the above.

Claiming that one is not involved in the act of direct violence is not justification for encouraging, hiring, or enticing others to do it.

Claiming it is in the best interests of the person whose boundaries are being violated is not a justification.



Acting like the person who is upset that their boundaries have been violated is being unreasonable for saying that this was an act of violence and the person who committed the transgression - or encouraged the transgression - is no longer welcome in the space of the person whose boundaries have been violated is unacceptable behavior.



I am not a thing, my boundaries are not to be dismissed, and any action that I take to reestablish those boundaries with those who would aid those violating them on the far side of them is not unreasonable.

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And in response to someone on tumblr asking wtf, a story that is functionally an extended metaphor.

Was told the home defense system I built is malfunctioning and shocking me, a friend who isn’t in the house, and the person attempting to break in (except they weren’t actually trying to break in, no really, they said they weren’t), and that they asked the people at the Meeting I attend to modify the system so it wasn’t shocking anyone ever, and those people approved, so clearly it’s ok.

Wasn’t shocking me, wasn’t shocking the friend who isn’t in the house. It’s working if the person attempting to break in gets shocked. The people at the Meeting aren’t going to modify someone else’s security system because it’s not theirs. Also, those people did not approve an attempt to circumvent someone else’s security system.

Meanwhile, someone brings in tools to modify the security system anyway, and I’m told it’s for my own good. I had to hire a guard dog and a contractor recommended by an old friend (and vetted by the gate-guard at the cemetary I work at, and also by the assult survivor who hangs out at the Meeting from time to time) who has their own really good security system to help me repair the damage faster so I don’t have to spend the next several weeks running wire and hanging drywall and replacing broken glass and changing the locks.

The person who told me this does not have permission to even inspect my security system, much less fuck with it, doesn’t go to my Meeting, and seems to have issues with the gate guard at my work place, the assult survivor at my Meeting, and some of the dolls I keep in the house.

(Said issue with the dolls I keep in the house seems to be that the person found it outside - which is impossible in the first place, they can't leave the house, even if they can get lost in the basement - and smashed it because it's evil and tried to kill said person. Which. Um. Mostly made me go bwuh?)